It don't really matter to me,
baby you believe
what you want to believe.
Because it really doesn't matter. This is just an endless circle of disapproval and victimization. We're all humans, do you realize? All perfectly capable of mistakes, all perfectly succeptable to ill-fate. Maybe you truly don't see it or maybe you just shove it away. There's a great allure in demeaning others to draw the spotlight away from you. This is merely an assumption, not an assertion. To each his own I cannot claim to know anything. No one can. No one, and God forbid, that means you too.
Don't give up. I'm only starting to see the gravity of your situation. the extent of your damnation. In short I don't blame you for your frivolous disposition. I blame myself for not being enough to change it. That came out wrong. I can't, nor do I want to, change you. I just wish I was insentive enough to make you wish to change. Or maybe change is non-existant. I want you to grow. You're playing a static and stagnant role whilst I am flourishing and thriving. I know I'm not the same as I was when we were first in love, but the change is amplified relative your inert stance. I've always cared about you, but that too has been altered by the hand of circumstance. I've known countless feelings for you, attachment, love, lust, caring, anguish, concern. I've always felt something for you. Now it's stronger than ever before. No more silly juvenile notions of "love". I care for you like a sister, a mother, a lover, a friend. You say you don...
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